A two headed butterfly
cannot fly both ways
it could flutter and flutter
and attempt this for days
Though both sides may pull
and both sides may scream
to fly free in both directions
remains only a dream.
One side reaches for sunlight
while the other reaches for night
neither can agree
just which side is right.
While night offers solice
and shelter from the storm,
a charming sensation
and a feeling so warm,
the daytime brings warmth
and cool gentile breezes,
and a big patch of shade
that soothes as it eases.
But night can be sinister
and full of deceit,
looking to hurt you,
to knock you off your feet,
but the day is no better
with those flames that burn flesh,
it'll dry you and cook you
and serve you up fresh.
What then does it choose,
this two headed butterfly?
Does one side give up
and live out a lie?
Can both heads agree
and choose one side that's right?
Or would they continue to struggle,
to continuously fight?
Why won't they give up
and just choose a new side?
A side they can agree on
so both heads may glide...
Things would be simpler,
and their wings would hurt less,
that could be what they need
to change this life...
This mess.... |
Submission Name: Two Headed Butterfly
